Chapter 251: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Return
"What do you want to do with the first ban?"
I don't know if he asked this question several times. When he was in a good mood, he finally replied slowly: "Go back to the past."
"and then?"
Stepping on the eyes of Stepanjun: "Save him back."
Who is "he", it is self-evident.
Chu night, white clothes like snow, standing in front of the ink: "If you carefully turn over the books related to the first forbidden, you should know that no one who can reverse the time and space can get a good end. The last master tried to put the daughter Bring back to yourself from another time and space, killing yourself from the time and space, what the end of the matter, you will not know."
The ink burned his brow, changed his sitting position, folded his legs, and looked at him with his cheeks: "I really don't know this seat."
"..."
"There are examples of such failures that can be seen."
Chu Xiaoning said: "No one has succeeded."
Ink burning: "The seat is the first successful person."
Chu Yuning said again: "If time and space are disordered, you don't know what the consequences will be."
The smoldering is almost ridiculous: "Even if the world is in chaos, the flood is soaring, what is it with this seat?"
Chu Xi Ning is still not reconciled: "Even if you really bring Shi Mingjing back from another time and space, what about the other you? How to be self-sufficient. If the two masters seized one person again, you thought about it. What should I do?"
The ink burned and smiled: "It's just another red dust myself. If he stops me, kill it."
Chu night, Ning slammed his mouth, and suddenly felt creepy.
The smoldering is really crazy.
"If that is..." is almost a stupid ground, Chu night Ning slowly said, "The masters robbed women of the same mistakes. In the process of robbing you and you, you have an accident, the earthly teacher is afraid of the net. Will be broken in the cracks of time and space, you..."
If this is not finished, I will hear a bang.
The ink burned out and he got up and turned the case of the fruit plate in front of him. Grape citrus lychee, at this moment, like the person he killed, the head cut, the bones rolled all over the floor.
Stepping on the fairy stepped over, embroidered dark dragon pattern red scorpion stepped on the ground, broken fruit, the grape cracked like blood, the lychee broken like a brain - he is filled with sweet and fruity corpse blood In the middle of the sea, I slammed the clothes of Chu’s late night, and my eyes were like tigers.
"I know that you can't look at him, I hope he will die." The ink burned in vain. "But you are too wicked. He said that he is also your apprentice. He once worshipped you and believed in you. Chu nightning, you curse." he."
"I didn't curse him, and what you said is true."
The ink burned and sighed: "Who wants to listen to your facts? The person who wants this seat, tearing time and space to turn around the Qiankun will also be saved back! Red dust stopped tearing red dust, I stopped and killed me - if you Stop, then..."
He gasped for a while, but his eyes were mad and a little damp. So what is it? trample? But he has already cut off the backbone of Chu Yuning. Domineering? Chu nightning has long been a man who married him.
So, kill? Suddenly, my heart was stuffy, but I couldn’t say it. I didn’t know the following.
The ink burned away, leaving the night of Ning, standing alone in the empty hall, and the four fields around him were dark. He knew that the darkness was a bureau that was laid down by one person, and it was good to go to Xianjun or Beidou Xianzun. trap.
But what should he do?
Once the first ban is applied, it is not a big deal if you just tear a crack. Just like a human scar can scar, time and space can heal itself. However, if the tearing mouth is large, the variables are much more, and the two red dusts are intertwined, and in the end it may become recorded in the ancient books.
crack.
"The red dust is orderly, and if the order is broken, the punishment will come, and all will be returned to Hongmeng."
——This sentence Chu Evening does not remember where he read it, but the impression is extremely clear. It is about the consequences of losing control of time and space.
The so-called daily punishment is coming to Hongmeng, that is to say, the gods will punish the mortal world, and the two disorganized time and space will be crushed into powder and returned to zero.
The first ban is out of control, and the price will be the complete destruction of two time and space. So in any case, this kind of thing can't happen, and you can't let the ink burn again.
That night, the ink burned to deal with the Kunlun movement and chaos, and did not find Chu nightning to ponder. So Chu Xiaoning took the wind lamp and went to the library.
This is also a bit of heartburn. He knows that it is hard to become a climate in the late night, so when it is angered, it will not be blocked in the ordinary days. What is the library, the back mountain, even the **** arsenal, he does not mind Chu nightning.
The reason is the same as raising a cat.
The fangs are smoothed and the claws are cut off, which is enough. If you want to discount your legs, let the cats move, and there is no wildness, it is too boring.
Chu Yuening combed all the veins he had obtained in the collection, combined with the current situation, and finally concluded two things: First, the people behind the scenes are extremely good at medication, but the spiritual power must not be strong. This is very understandable, because if the person's spiritual power is very strong, there is no need to fake people to do these things. Second, the death of the teacher must be planned by the people behind the scenes. The purpose is to promote the hatred of the ink.
This point is also late in the ancient books.
"Eight bitter hate can erase all the warmth of the people, but it can also retain the warm memories of a certain person." The complicated magic text is deciphered by words. "Therefore, the surgeon often makes the long hate flower owner retain normal memories of himself. That makes the long hate flower owner agree with the operator, relying on the operator, willing to be born and died."
The teacher has already passed away, and he saw it with his own eyes. There will be no leave. Therefore, the teacher should not be the person who applied the technique, but the ink burned clearly remembered all the good memories related to the teacher, and the people behind the scenes took advantage of the pure and warmth of the only burning ink, and tempted him to touch the three. The ban.
From the control of the world of chess games. Rebirth to the resurrection of the dead. To reverse the time and space of life and death.
The ink burns have indeed been tried one by one, whether successful or not. Who is so eager to control the three-door ban at the same time? Who would want to tear the time and space, risking the return of two red dust to zero, to satisfy their own lusts?
Chu night never thought that the answer to this question is not the most important at the moment. What is important is how he should stop this incident before the ink burns the death gate.
After thinking about it for a few times, he finally saw that there was only one road in front of him - he must kill the emperor, and then go back to the past, and the eight bitter hates in the burning heart have not been deeply planted and contain it. Try to get rid of it. It’s impossible for a person who has been bitter and hate once in the second time. In this way, even after the death of Stepan, the black hands still manage to open the door to life and death, and there is no way to get the strongest force. .
Kill the emperor...
In the night, the library has a moth and a fire, and it is thrown into the wind light brought by Chu Yuning. It is instantly swallowed by the fire tongue, and the remains are not left, only a stink.
Chu nightning looked at the candle alone and looked at the stupid moths.
The fire is very bright and the heart is very cold.
Killing the emperor of the emperor... killing the emperor...
Killed the ink. Kill the poor man who is controlled, used, and has fewer days.
From the predecessor, he was a teacher, and he did not protect him. Now he has to plan his own hands and make him fussy.
Chu night Ning squatting eyes, slightly back to the head, pillows between the bookshelves. The wind light flashed, and he would throw a moth like a moth.
Must kill the rain.
It's raining.
It’s light rain, and it’s lingering.
Chu Xiaoning is his male pet, waking up from the shallow.
The desire and energy of ink burning have always been amazing. I don’t know if this person is so entangled in Song Qiutong’s endless entanglement. What is he venting is simply a beast or a person’s own Thirsty.
unimportant.
The ink burned at his side and was already asleep, not much different from the many nights before. During this time, he became more and more ridiculous, and he wanted more and more. It is a common thing not to go out after finishing the work. On the second day, he will wake up again before the temple. kill him.
But the difference in power is so disparate, Chu night rather does not feel that he will have a chance of winning, even if it is on the pillow.
Wait a second time. He told himself this way.
After all, there are two things to do. One is killing. The other is to grab the time and space behind the scenes. First, open the door to life and death, and block the past ink burning and be swallowed up by the long hate flower. Since the first piece cannot be completed immediately, he will go to the second one. - Open the first ban, life and death.
Regarding this ban, there is always some impression in his mind. Combined with the roll of the founder of the ink burning, after numerous failures, he finally restored the original curse. However, because there is no spiritual core, it is extremely difficult for Chu to be able to cast spells. Fortunately, he and the nine songs are naturally acquainted, even if there is no spiritual core, they can summon. Therefore, although it is very difficult to find out, it is natural to go through the setbacks. But all in all, Chu Yuening finally used the power of nine songs to tear open a tiny gap in time and space.
That is the gap that can really lead to the past.
He was close, and heard a whistle from the crack --
Time and space are dead and dead, the door whistle sounds, and the whistle closes. It is exactly the same as the rumor.
He heard a long and empty voice asking him: "Where is the king going?"
At first, the heart was like a drum, but the boat really came to the bridge, and suddenly it was calm.
"Where is the king going?"
When the voice repeated the inquiry again, Chu Yuening looked at the Wushan Temple where the song and dance had started. Today, he provoked the smoldering of the thunder. At this moment, the ink burned has called Song Qiutong to accompany him, and he should not find himself again.
He took a deep breath, and Feng Feng had a light: "I want to go back to the year when the ink burned just eight long and hate flowers."
He tried to make the words clearer.
"That is, the year when long hate flowers are still in the first stage, everything can be recovered. ... Do you understand?"
No one in the crack promised, but when Chu Ning would be disappointed, a radiance suddenly lit up, and the space-time tunnel slowly opened.
Step in and step in and out. When everything came back to calm, he opened his eyes and there were just a few petals falling in front of him.
He...he really went back many years ago!
At this time, the white winds of the dead and the dead are the late spring season.
"..." Chu Xiaoning stood for a while, tried his best to calm his own mood, and then set aside heavy flowers and walked out of the crack.
He found himself coming to the back of the martial art. It was the fragrance of flowers and plants planted by Mrs. Wang, and the lights in the distance were lit up by the lights of thousands of disciples. They gathered in the night to form a quiet galaxy.
Revisit the place, if you dream.
Chu night is standing in the same place, although there are not many expressions on his face, but there are mixed feelings in his chest. He slowly walked all the way, watching the young disciples screaming and screaming, and glimpsed the elders of the martial arts martial martial arts and the elders of Lu Cun were trying to learn from each other, passing a corner, and even seeing the lady named Wang The fat cat is kneeling on the wall and stretches a fluffy head to sniff the rose flowers in the wall.
He is wrong, not a dream. In these years, even in the best dreams, he has not been able to return to such a life.
Chu Xiaoning looked at the scene in front of him and walked alone.
He knew that he did not have the habit of leaving the red lotus in the night, so he was not too worried about meeting himself in this time and space.
Walking and walking, I suddenly saw two teenagers on the front, one bright and beautiful, one dazzling. He was already very slow, and finally could not help but stop.
It was Xue Meng and the teacher of the boyhood.